The next moment, in the room, Zi Ling's cries gradually became sharp.
"I can't take it anymore, good husband, I can't stand it, please stop..."
"Husband, I was wrong, ah! My goodness."
...
Han Mei and Tian Yue'e stood at the doorstep with their baskets of vegetables, listening to the passionate sounds, and exchanged a look before they burst into laughter.
"Qingzi is really messing around too much, getting started early in the morning," Han Mei whispered reproachfully.
"It's fine, just let go of those unnecessary worries," Tian Yue'e laughed and said, "There's no one visiting your place now anyway."
"But I'm just worried about the what-ifs," Han Mei shook her head, "Let's go, we'll wash the vegetables outside. If someone comes, we better not let them in. With that noise, they'll definitely hear it as soon as they enter the yard."
Tian Yue'e chuckled quietly, "Why don't you go ahead, and I'll listen at the corner of the wall."
